Challenge 30 – No8

Photography, Places

“A Window Lit”

From The site of the old jobcentre – New Salford Quays “Apartments”

Salford , 27th January 2019

I once lived by the job centre

not a place to gladden the heart

it matched the grey clouds above

but as people moved in

the ministry men moved – Manchester bound

and construction men moved on to the ground

there’s people at work – now living you see

at the old home of the Ministry

and when the sun sinks past horizon at night

their windows are lit up – all shiny and bright

Tale of a tower crane

Architecture, Buildings, Industrial, Poetry

Originally posted by Inky on Allpoetry.com

Now posted for your reading!   Enjoy

A Tower crane. on Salfords Trafford Road, the subject of this character piece
A Tower crane. on Salford’s Trafford Road, the subject of this character piece Created by Inky

Do you like building? well, I do! I’m stood amongst my creations, with my great arm, aloft in the air.  It’s a thankless task this job I do, but you’ll never hear me complain – oh, no, no, no.  You see, the ants down below are building something grand!  And although a pot of sand doesn’t weigh a lot for an ant, when there’s thirty or forty pots in just one bag – and there’s a big wooden palette of a thousand bags to be taken to the fifteenth floor, it can be a great strain on a whole host of ants.

And that’s where my friend’s the four-wheelers come in,  You see. The ants use the four-wheelers to move things around, FLT lifts things about whilst Dumper moves all sorts of things around the site, and Mix – well you should see her make concrete…and Digger is just the four wheeler for making holes

But they haven’t got a great arm like me…

So I help them, and they help me.

And that’s where my great arm comes in to play

You see, the four wheelers do great things but even FLT can only lift so high, so when I’m needed, I move things from east to west, and up and down.  It’s great fun watching the things move in the air.  I watch the things as they move with grace through the air.   Its like being a magician…one minute the bricks are here and the next, they are there!  One place to another – From A to B.  It’s all me.  I have lots of fun moving the sand and the bricks and the steel.

But, I have to be careful when I play my game of “Stack and Lift”, so I have a little ant to help me.  Each morning, he wakes me up. and when it’s time for me to do my thing, he directs to the next building blocks and tells me which ant or four wheeler I need to get them to.

And when the day is over, and the ants have left for the day, as the four wheelers sleep I stand and watch the lights cascading on the things I’ve helped to make.  Before its time for the lights to go out and for me to go to sleep, I watch the glow worms shine their lights about below.  It’s fun to watch them moving about but they’re not as pretty as the moon and stars beaming brightly above my head.

So I watch them for a while, and then I go to sleep,

with my great arm high in the air.

The Art of a sandwich

Acrostic, Food

Edible

Some say it begins with

a loaf of bread, nicely sliced – type – to your preference – two slices

next – comes the spread – butter, margarine, salad cream or sandwich spread

dedicated sandwich makers always go for the mayo

when that’s been applied, on goes the salad, lettuce cucumber tomato

If you fancy it, add olives or sweetcorn and then

cover it in your favourite meat before putting the top on

heavenly!!!!

Beaver

Acrostic, Animals, Poetry

#coloryourworld #cyw #beaver

Brilliant builder of wood based dams

Each one of your structures an individual masterpiece

As you carefully create each one from surrounding forests

Very careful in your construction, – from

End to end , each twig and branch fits to create a

Riverside home – fit for any waterside family

 

Building site

Buildings, Childhood, Growing up

Construct

Two kids in a classroom

Playing with their toys

Just a normal day

for the girls and boys

One quietly builds a house

with coloured blocks

whilst the other plays with his van

with silver wheels and shocks

Walls they go up quickly

two red, two blue of course

with roof of yellow on top

to withstand the strongest force

But that doesn’t count

for his truck riding friend

who makes a bawl, making walls fall

by riding the truck into buildings end

Demolition clears up their mess

Constructor starts to mend

with a little extra help

from their contrite friend

Cracks in the pavement

Buildings, Cities, Poetry

Sidewalk

an English Lancastrian take on the sidewalk prompt

They built new posh buildings
on the old council estate
A Health centre and Hotel,
They say it looks great!

They built them on the footprint
of an old council school
and built new school on terrace
They say it looks cool!

But take a look around,
and you wont have to guess
where the normal folk live
they’ve left it a mess.

As the brickies laid walls,
they didn’t seem to crack,
the pavements round buildings,
they hadn’t the knack

So wi L.E.D Lighting now falling at Night,
the Cracks in the pavement, don’t half look a sight
but look out, dear mr builder, and expect a call
when a little kid or old un in cracks, they do fall

The Dragon’s Egg

Animals, Character, Dragons, Fiction, Humour, Poetry

Another tale from the pages of allpoetry.com written by me – Enjoy the read

Some workers were digging
up pipes underground,
when a very large coloured egg
in the sand it was found.

Now, the foreman of th’ site
didn’t know what to do,
so he called up some keepers
from th’ local zoo.

The egg.. it was green,
and blue, brown and red,
and was lain in the ground
deep down in a bed.

A bed of red sand,
of twigs and of clays –
it looked as if th’egg
had been there for days.

Said the worker to foreman –
“where’d it come from?” ,  Said the Foreman – “Dunno!?!”
And just then the egg
it began to glow.

So the keepers arrived,
with their boss from the zoo,
with a team to see if
there was summat they could do.

“it could be a snake” – the zoo boss replied.
Some big builders turned – and ran off to hide!
As builders they gathered to mend their pride,
the keepers could hear a noise from inside…

The head keeper thought –
there was summat amiss,
as the egg it both glowed
and started to hiss.

The little creature inside,
was feeling awfully glum
as all that it wanted was its
Dad and its Mum

“No need for alarm!”, the zoo boss he said
“we need to give th’egg, some sort of bed
nothing to0 great and nothing so grand..”
so the builders brought over some big bags of sand.

So th’egg it was rested
in its warm sandy bed
just as two shadows
loomed overhead.

“Oh Heavens!” cried a builder
“Begorrah! Begad!
I think i’ve just seen
Th’ eggs Mum and Dad!”

Two big scaly dragons, one green and one blue,
over the heads of the people they flew.
The Head Keeper called for everyone’s calm –
he knew that the dragons, didn’t mean any harm.

And little egg it glowed brighter
as little dragon did peck
and Mum and Dad Dragon
landed on th’ deck

And Mummy Dragon landed,
as Dad flew over sky
as dragons egg it opened
and the contents it said “Hi!”

And Dragons’ smiled kindly
nodding thank you to the team.
They named their little lad “Burnie” –
who was their little red dream

They then made their Zoo friends happy,
as they watched three dragons at night
as Mum and Dad took little Burnie
Off on his first little flight.

And then, politely nodding
they said their thanks and goodbye.
As the dragon’s family headed
to their home up high in the sky!